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Say, lovely Charlotte! will you let me prove
What diff’rent thoughts thy taste and beauty
move?
This woven chain, which graceful skill displays,
Leads me to think of time, and heave a
sigh;
But when on thee and on thy charms I gaze,
Time unremember’d moves, or seems
to die.

LINES

Upon a Diamond Cross,

WORN ON HER BOSOM BY MISS C.M.

Well on that neck, sweet Kitty! may you wear
The sparkling cross, with hopes to soften
Heaven;
For trust me, tho’ so very young and fair,
Thou hast some little sins to be forgiven:—­
For all the hopes which wit and grace can spread,
For all the sighs which countless charms
can move,
Fall, lovely Kitty! on thy youthful head;
Yet fall they gently—­for the
crime is love.

LINES TO FORTUNE,

Occasioned by a very amiable and generous Friend of
mine munificently presenting Miss E.S. with a Donation
of Fifteen Thousand Pounds.

Oh, Fortune! I have seen thee shed
A plenteous show’r of treasure down
On many a weak and worthless head,
On those who but deserv’d thy frown.

And I have heard, in lonely shade,
Her sorrows hapless Merit pour;
And thou hast pass’d the drooping maid,
To give some pamper’d fav’rite
more.

But tho’ so cold, or strangely wild,
It seems that worth can sometimes move;
Thou hast on gentle Emma smil’d,
And thou hast smil’d where all approve:—­

For Nature form’d her gen’rous heart
With ev’ry virtue, pure, refin’d;
And wit and taste, and grace and art,
United to illume her mind.

So dew-drops fall on some rare flow’r,
That merits all their fost’ring
care,
As tho’ they knew that, by their pow’r,
Grateful ’twould wider scent the
air.

A SONG.

THE LOVER

THE LUTE OF HIS DECEASED MISTRESS.

Alas! but like a summer’s dream
All the delight I felt appears,
While mis’ry’s weeping moments seem
A ling’ring age of tears.